The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-12-02

When be awOke it was Sunday
morning, and the whole family were
stirring around getting ready for meet.
ing. His wife, OF whom he was some
what proud, had put on q dress with
q waist about nine inches long
and a skirt so tight she could
hardly walk, and on her head suca
a bonnet! 1t made Blewitt hold his
breath, but he had got through TALK
ing. TIE boys had on suits Of iulI
cloth and shirt collar seven inches
wide. Blewitt smiled but sail notii-
ing. At last Mrs. Blewitt came to him
and asked him il he was not going to
church.
Certainly, certainly" said he,
anything to accommodate. Tell one
OF the boys to hitch a horse onto the
top carriage"
"'Top carriage! There yougo again.
"Well, then roared Blewitt, 'hitch
onto the stoneboat, hitch onto the OK.
cart, hitch onto anything. Have it
your own way"
"Why, we will 90 on horseback.
You on the saddle, / on the pillion be-
hind" said the wife.
"All right" said Blewitt, and away
they went.
Blewitt made some adverse remarks
about the singing at church which was
led by a deacon with a fiddle. The
ermon was too long, too. 1t lasted
two hours. On the way home from
church his wife appeared to be in fear
of something and urged him to hurry
up. He asked her what allied her, and
she told him in a trembling voice that
his queer talk had made the minister
think him bewitched. and she feared he
would be burned or drowned.
what kind Off country is this,
anyhow" asked Blewitt.
Then Mrs. Bsewitt reminded him
that in New England several had thus
died and that everybody believed in
it and the church was death on witch
craft.
'"Then / guess we better light out
from here" said Blewitt, as he clap
ped spurs to his horse.
Away they went, rattle te-bang over
stumps and logs and stones, and
there was a rattle and roar behind,
and he knew they were after him.
They came to a log bridge over a
brook, and they struck 1t so hard
that down it went, Blewitt and
horse and wife, and with a yell OF
despair he awoke-yes, awoke, for
the chair had tipped too far back. and
he was in a heap on the floor with his
head in a pan OF apples, and his feet
in Mrs. Blewitt's work basket. He
heard the rattling yet, and he looked
out of the window to discover it's
source, and saw that the boys had
started the reaper in the field of
wheat. One of the girls had Just driv.
en- into the yard with TIE topcarriage,
and was Just taking out his daily
mail, and had offered him a telegraph
dispatch about his hops. His wife
was pdtting in a tenor to the racket
with a sewing machine in the front
and the hired girl was blacking
the cooking range.
With a pleased smile Blewitt saun-
tered out to the wheatfield, and, as
the reaper stopped, he said: Darn
the good old times! These ere times
is good enough for nc.
whats that father?" said John.
II thought you was in favor of the
real, honest. reliable, good old-fashion-
ed times of a hundred years ago?"
Never you mind. John said the
smiling father, ''you can 90 down and
buy that Thompson colt you've been
wantin', and let Charley have your
side-bar buggy. ~and-say, il the wheat
amt takin' no hurt, you may 90
down to Barnum's circus tomorrow
and cut the wheat nex5 day."
He looked down at his diagonal
pants and white Marseilles vest, and
iHattefed as Ire went to the mousse.
Darn the good old times, these ere
times will dew fur me-